Poetry - Zayn Malik Fanfiction

Zayn Malik. He's sweet and caring. Never would he hurt a soul. That's his cover. His dirty past is built of lies and destruction. He finds a girl, a girl by the name of Noel. What keeps them sane? Poetry.

“Like when Zayn breaks up with you? It’ll break your heart forever,” she said, eyes glued to Noel, who was sitting back again.

“He isn’t going to break up with me…” Noel bit her lip. “What happened anyway with you two?”

“I don’t like to talk about it.”

***Flashback***

“Zayn!” Sasha yelled, heart pounding. She knocked on his bedroom door once again, tears threatening to spill. “Zayn, dammit! Open the fucking door!”

The door swung open, and Zayn stood, fists clenched and face red. “Listen here,” he snarled, fingers twitching. “This always happens. You bossing me around. You’re a bitch, and always will be.” She clenched his teeth, face a tomato color, all red, even his ears.

Sasha felt a tear spill; she wiped it away immediately. “How about you shut the fuck up and stop acting all strong! You’re a skinny weakling who has no sense for others.” She screamed at him, slapping him across the face.

And that was when he broke.

He clenched his teeth harder, arms grasping her by the arms. He yelled into her ear, voice angry, “I’ll show you fucking strong!” She sobbed, back heaving and tears streaming down her face, dripping off of her chin. He pulled her arm behind her back, elbow bending at an awkward position.

“STOP!” She screamed, knees wobbling and face turning pink as she sobbed.

“Again,” He hissed, pulling her arm back a bit more, making the nerves in her shoulder pinch painfully. She whimpered, lips quivering and eyebrows furrowed. “You’re always bossing me around.”

“Z-Zayn,” she cried, head arching up as she shut her eyes. “Please.” Tears fell onto the carpet, dotting the white material.

He didn’t stop, not at all. He yanked her arm back, sending a painful crack down the radius and into the bottom of the cartilage of the elbow. She crumbled to the floor, pained cries coming from her lips, sides heaving. Her arm was bent, twisted, throbbing. Never were they in a relationship again.

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